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letra de willy wonka - gudda gudda

i i i don’t like the look of it
i i i don’t like the look of it
i i i don’t like the look of it

[verse 1: gudda gudda]
ok i’m sipping on the syrup got a n-gg- mioving slow
i’m all bout the money what the f-ck you think i do it for
just don’t act like you ain’t know i’m killing these rap -ss n-gg-s
costing them thier caskets for your motherf-cking funeral
keep these women with me sh-t i gotta keep two or more
party everyday like we won the f-cking superbowl
chilling with my n-gg- mack he keeps b-tches handy
white girls on the table let them sniff the nose candy
when i’m walking by the women say who is that
n-gg- i reply i’m gudda gudda that n-gg-
i was raised in a home of cap splitters
whip on 24s watch it crawl like a caterpillar
i come with a toy boy like a happy meal
and you a motherf-cking duck daffy dale
from the school of hard knocks where we scr-p and kill
pick the kinfe with gunna you could get the package deal
i’m hot n-gg- burning everything around me
i was lost for a minute took a while but i found me
the streets say i’m king but the game will never crown me
realest n-gg- doing it just ask the n-gg- round me
so you can’t size me up but try to clown a
shark jump in the water and i’m a drown ya
new orleans gun out i’m a down ya
put n-gg-s to sleep like a downer
i’m a great white you a flounder
fish ain’t a b-tch i’ll tuna everything around ya
you hoe gudda move everything around ya
it’s young money b-tch at the top is where they found us
n-gg-

(wayne sparks up)

[verse 2: lil wayne]
goons i’m back marley don’t shoot ’em
silence on a gun watch a n-gg- mute ’em
the coach and the boot call me jon gruden
schooled these n-gg- they all my students
all jokes aside i ain’t playing with ya
the weed broke down like a transmission
choppers spin like a ballerina
i’m still spitting like i ate a jalapeno
i’m from uptown my b-tchs from argentina
my pockets on fat like joey cartagena
stunt so hard it’s all ya’ll fault
and when it come to beef give me a-1 sauce
i ain’t worrying about sh-t everything paid
catch me poolside in dwayne wades house
wth a high yellow b-tch with her legs out
catch money president but we in red house
who the f-ck want it name a f-cking day
blow the candles out my n-gg- cut the cake
i gotta eat b-tch like a runaway
ya’ll n-gg-s ain’t eating stomache
ok all these b-tches and n-gg-s still hatin
i used to be ballin but now i’m bill gating
f-ck you with my iphone bumpin illmatic
i’m on the road to riches it’s just a lil traffic
hair still platic f-ckins a habit
keep my guitar hip hop manny cravis
bought your bad b-tches and i f-ck ’em like rabbits
dope big weezy your girlfriends a addict
uh

i i don’t i i don’t
i don’t like the look of it

- gudda gudda

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